#ironwoven

[rexxxplode]

@ironwoven asked:

“Uh, maybe I’m crazy, but is this our fault…?”

"what do you mean our fault? i just wanted to go to an ikea and enjoy the decor, you're the one who decided to start sitting on the beds and break one of them, this isn't on me." for rex to be escorted out of the place he loved the most, he knew that he should have brought along rae, but with her busy, and the fact that this alien wanted to see what an ikea offered--he didn't think it would be so bad.

[particlecreator]

family + drabble ft. mark !

Send me a word or theme and " + drabble " and I will write a dabble / one-shot surrounding the given word. @ironwoven

Eve was humming inside of the kitchen as she was preparing dinner for Mark and their daughter who were playing outside. Recently, their child started training to control her abilities, so they were having a blast. Humming to herself softly, the female had a messy bun on her head to help keep her hair out of her face after it had grown so long over the years. Laughter filled the air from outside, with the child giggling and Mark teasing about trying to capture her from the air as they flew around.  Using her abilities, the ginger was creating the setup for the dinner table with dishes floating in the air to arrange itself. 

Samantha was using Debbie’s cookbook which she had received as a wedding present years ago when the superhero couple had settled down officially. Mark Grayson was the most famous superhero on the planet, but after their daughter had been born, he stayed on Earth no longer taking missions off planet. Especially with them expecting their second child in the upcoming months, he wanted to be closer to home and their family. Her belly was not showing yet, but they were keeping it as a surprise for their family to find out a little later as it came closer to the due date. Once the meat had finished cooking, she smiled as the vegetables were cooked just enough for the soup while mixing in the chicken. 

Wiping the grease and spices off her hands, she finished placing the food on the table, which was set up with the dinner plates and silverware. Walking to the porch door, she smiled, just watching the father and daughter flying around happily playing a game of tag. So far, Mark was it and was about to tag their daughter before Samantha stepped in. Creating a pink bubble around the child, she smirked as Mark glanced to look at Eve as he pouted, “Hey no fair. That’s cheating.” Their daughter burst out laughing as she was floating before the bubble popped which Mark quickly scooped her up in his arms. “I gotcha now!” His wife giggled as their daughter was squealing with delight and laughing in between as he clenched her close to his chest, planting kisses all over her. “Come inside now, you two, dinner is ready.” Mark floated down to the ground and released his child who quickly rushed inside of the house, excited to finally be able to eat. As he walked up to the porch, Eve placed a hand across the door entrance to block him from coming inside. “You're not coming in without paying up first.” 

Eve had a playful grin on her face as her husband chuckled and placed a kiss on her forehead. Shaking her head no, his wife was not satisfied with the payment she had received. Her other hand reached up, grabbing Mark by his shirt collar before pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. The male moaned as their lips connected while the female took charge nippling on his lower lip. He placed one hand around the back of her neck to brace Eve’s head while his other arm snaked around her waist to deepen the kiss. She moaned softly, inhaling sharply as she closed her eyes before biting on his lip once more just the way he liked it. Once she heard the groan of pleasure that was caught in his throat, the ginger was satisfied enough to break away. They both were breathing heavily as they looked at each other and stared lovelying. “I love you so much, Eve.” His palms were cupping her cheeks before she reached one hand to place overtop of his as she kissed his inner wrist. “I love you too.” 

The couple continued to look at each other with Mark slowly leaning forward for another kiss, when their daughter shouted from inside of the house. “MOM! DAD! Hurry up! I’m getting hungry.” The sound of their child’s voice broke the trance they were in as Eve chuckled before walking inside first, calling out their daughter’s name as Mark followed inside shutting the door. The Grayson family were finally living in peace after years of fighting off villains and bad guys. They could relax in the home they were building without any fear.

For their family was Invincible.

[folkorae]

❧ ⸻ plotted thing i owe eons ago with @ironwoven / Feyre & Xaden !

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 ; today is an especially busy day in the southern area of ​​ Basgiath. The hospital wing is already full of cadets and experienced dragon riders with serious ( or not-so-serious ) injuries that need to be treated. With the return of the challenges that happen in the Rider’s Quadrant, healers are in more demand than usual. Particularly today, Feyre noticed some tension among her fellow healers and as she delivered pain-relieving medicine to a rider, she heard them saying that the rebel's son was there.

It took a moment for Feyre to realize who they were talking about — Xaden Riorson, and he was alone near the bed in the corner. They treat the marked ones when they showed up here, but Feyre knew some healers refused to treat them. No one wanted to go near the rebellion commander's son. Feyre felt a pang of guilt and pity. It's not Riorson's fault that his father did what he did, right ? The healers denying to treat him seems so wrong. Feyre walked towards him, ignoring the low warnings of the others, she stopped in front of the rider who appeared to be doing . . . What is he trying to do ? “ You are doing it wrong. ” Her voice came out, calm and serene , as her blue-gray eyes analyzes any injuries.

[ircnwrought]

@ironwoven (liam) gets a semi-plotted elide !!

__________☾     A HAND ALONG THE STONE WALL STEADIES HER AS SHE MAKES HER WAY BACK TO THE DORMS. though her limp is more pronounced now at the end of the day, her wince comes when her teeth accidentally brush against her newly split lip. imogen && some of the others have given her the tools to win her challenges. despite the threshing injury that never healed right ( with no mender in sight for a child of the rebellion ), she finds her size && speed work in her advantage most days. today is not one of them. ❛   it looks worse than it is. it'll heal in no time && definitely before the next time i'm called to the mat.   ❜ a small smile at that. she is a fighter through && through despite the quiet demeanor.

[roseguided-arch]

@ironwoven ASKED, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉. ( 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔 ! )

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 positions their baby will let her sleep in. on her back or on her side & even then, body begins to ache if she lays too longe in the morning. of course, all of this was something alys was familiar with before she got pregnant with aemond’s child. having had three pregnancies prior to this—the witch was very familiar with what her body went through, what ailments from it would impact her. ( bad morning sickness the first few months, intense cravings, aching bones & hips. her sleep would be poor & alys already knew she couldn’t stomach the smell of fish or ale. ) ; green eyes watch as aemond presses his palm flat against her stomach, the only thing between flesh against flesh with the nightgown she wore. a grin spreads against her lips & even wider when he leans done to press a sweet keep against the top of it. hand lingers near the back of her beloveds head as he does so: ��� it will be a boy, i feel. a big boy, with my hair. white streaks in his hair, violet eyes of a targaryen. ❜ claims alys fondly as hand moves to his shoulder. ❛ what do you think , do you hope it is a boy ? ❜

[bruiisedpetals-a]

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 ( of @ironwoven ) + 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

whomever had written to her, knew her ... knew her grandmother daenerys ... and something in their writing intrigued vaelerys. she was bonded for several years with silverwing yet recently saddled with an idiot of a husband. such an isolated dragon in many regards; surrounded by celtigar crabs, the mooton salmon and now the tully trout. so, true to her nature, it was hard to ignore the request for a meeting. even if the writer had not named themselves. at the very least, it irked her lord husband murry tully that she refused to divulge anything to him as she left riverrun atop silverwing. though, she'd fed him enough little details to infuriate him before she departed. vaelerys no ladies nor guards with her, a dragon was enough protection to her mind. the click of her shoes came to a slower pace as she approached someone who seemed a stranger, yet all too familiar. "i know you," vaelerys said after a moment searching her memory, once his face turned towards her fully ... it clicked. haedon; the one she also considered a lost targaryen, the fabled son of her great-aunt saera. she couldn't be sure of the truth of the tales surrounding his life (death, even?) — none the less, her mind began to spin with possibilities, schemes, a way out, and potential reasons for his reaching out.

"haedon — my grandmother told me about you before she died. i found an image of your likeness as a young lad amongst her things, it had come from across the narrow sea — your mother, saera, was the younger sister of my grandmother daenerys." vaelerys paused then, now closer to him and her own hood pulled down ... she'd never met him before, but that picture she'd come across (her grandmother had sworn young vaelerys to secrecy when she asked about who was in the picture, but at the time she didn't know why) — that had aided her recognition of him. "though ... you seem unchanged, in many ways, from that image. forgive my bluntness, but what has brought about this meeting? i assumed you were, and would remain, far removed from westeros. and how did you even know of my existence?"

[carnagebleda]

i thought i'd lost you. ( from aemond to alysanne )

' for a moment there so did i. ' alysanne's most recent childbirth was not an easy one, the maesters said the blood loss was nearly fatal but after nearly two days of sleeping she regained consciousness. still, on bed rest, she was holding her newborn son while her newborn daughter slept beside her. ' we might have to take a hiatus on making any more heirs for a while. ' there was a small smile on her lips to try and lighten the mood but neither of them came this close to death before. it didn't seem real.

I THOUGHT...PROMPTS // NOT ACCEPTING // @ironwoven

[kronulv]

@ironwoven asked: “You’re not planning to refuse me, are you?” ( from cersei )

eyebrows   shot   upward   in   surprise   at   the   womans'   words.   he   is   not   a   man   to   jump   to   conclusions   but   some   things   are   known   of   the   woman.   the   queen   was   a   beautiful   woman,   that   much   is   true.   "your   grace,   that   hardly   seems   like   a   good   idea.   less   alone   a   proper   one."   he   is   older   than   her   oldest   son,   barely   so   at   that   and   here   she   was,   implying.   .   .something?   after   all   their   families   had   come   to   pass.   there   is   a   short   pause   as   the   young   wolf   leers   over,   tully   blues   settling   on   the   woman.  

"your   brother   and   father   would   have   my   neck.   and   i   am   rather   fond   of   it."   if   theon   had   been   there,   he   would   be   laughing   right   to   his   face   when   he   spoke   of   what   was   being   proposed   there.   robb   is   a   man   still   and   his   blood   runs   hot   with   the   adrenaline   of   battle   and   the   ache   of   home   but   that   seems   to   be   a   leep   from   one   thing   to   another.   

[west1rosi]

@ironwoven asked: “I have never met anyone like you. It is maddening, how much you consume my very being.” ( from robb, to elyra).

In   the   comfort   of   night,   bold   words   are   allowed   to   be   spoken.   She   feels   it   in   her   skin,   how   warm   it   suddenly   feels   at   having   him   close,   breathing   the   same   air   as   she   was,   those   blue   eyes   on   her   as   he   confesses   and   make   her   feel   hazed.   Elyra   is   not   capable   to   keep   her   eyes   open   through   it   all,   breathing   rapidly   increasing   as   her   eyes   finally   open   again   and   focus   on   the   shape   of   his   jawline,   so   close   to   her,   neck   croned   upward   as   she   searches   his   gaze.   "It   was   not   my   intention   to   consume   you   so.   In   this   war,   we   are   on   opposite   ends."  

She   is   a   Brax   of   the   Westerlands,   her   house   sworn   to   the   Lannisters.   He   is   King   in   the   North,   mighty   wolf   Stark   of   the   North.   "But   you   have   taken   my   heart   as   you   have   taken   many   things."   And   she   wants   him   to   hold   her   heart,   hold   her   body,   kiss   her,   thoughts   her   Septa   would   be   scandalized   she   was   having   ."I   do   not   wish   to   be   opposite   to   you.   But   how   can   it   be?"   At   last,   she   swallows,   her   hands   coming   to   place   on   the   sides   of   his   armour.   "If   you   kiss   me,   I   will   no   longer   be   able   to   think   properly."

[myrc3lla-a]

@ironwoven asked: “Make no mistake. You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.” ( from jon <3 )

Tensions   had   grown   in   the   kingdoms   since   the   last   time   she   had   met   Jon   Snow.   He   is   a   man   now,   a   crown   on   his   head   as   he   was   named   king   in   the   north   by   his   people.   The   North   has   a   right   to   distrust   her,   perhaps,   rumors   of   taking   the   princess   away   or   hurting   her   have   reach   her   (the   fate   of   her   Lannisters   cousins   under   Karstark's   hand   had   also   reach   her,   and   so,   she   fears).   But   when   he   speaks,   Myrcella   feels   safe,   understands   that   under   that   rough   exterior   lay   a   man   who   only   wishes   to   protect.  

Her   breath   is   caught,   shaken,   his   words   perhaps   implying   something   else   that   spark   her   heart   into   beating   faster.   "I'm   yours?"   Myrcella   murmurs,   merely   a   whisper   but   she   knows   he   can   hear.   Gods,   she   thinks   he   can   see   everything   with   those   dark   eyes   of   his.   See   and   hear.   He   is   a   wolf   but   she   has   no   fear   of   him.   "Am   I   yours   to   keep?"

[atv-migrated]

before they'd come north, kat knew there had been some discussion of a wedding between one of the twins and one of the two eldest stark children. she'd been excited for the trip, despite the circumstances. jon arryn had been a good friend of her father's and a good hand. she was sure discussions of marriage predated the man's death though. securing alliances for their house and her supposed future had always been priorities in that order. the trip north had been colored by her worries about her future, and despite the fact that she'd begged for joffrey's marriage to be prioritized as he was to be king one day and would need a suitable wife, neither of her parents had listened. kat had prayed for forgiveness from the gods for potentially dooming a poor girl to her twin brother's bed.

the north was not as she had expected and neither were the starks. they were so different from everyone she had known back home and she felt, somewhat terrifyingly, she could grow to love this dreary place if she had to. robb stark himself was fine as well, not her type by any means, but she saw how myrcella looked at him and heard how she'd gushed that kat was so lucky to be marrying him. more importantly than his looks, he seemed kind and she liked watching him and his family. they seemed to truly love each other which was a concept utterly foreign to her. kat, myrcella and tommen were close, of course, but there was always the looming presence of joffrey that soured the mood. she loved her twin, to some degree, but she could not wait for the chance to be leagues away from him. their parents were still deciding, weighing the merits of sending sansa and arya to the capital with their father and sansa marrying joffrey, or of kat marrying robb. kat thought liked sansa, she didn't want the poor girl anywhere near her brother, despite how she'd caught her looking at him like he'd hung the very stars in the sky. she did not know if it would make any difference if she showed how agreeable she could be, but for her sake and sansa's kat didn't complain and tried to make friends.

the great hall was warm and loud, and kat had to weave through people talking and dancing after she left the head table. she'd been sat next to her brother, who was next to their mother. she'd sat and watched for long enough, everyone else seemed like they were having so much fun. she was nervous approaching him, if only because she knew their parents watched on from the dais. she found him and stood for a moment, before inviting herself to sit at the open spot on the bench next to robb. "you and your friends looked like you were having so much fun over here, i thought i might be missing out if i stayed where i was." perhaps she was overcompensating with false confidence just a little, she thought as she fought the urge to check if her mother was watching. "hope i'm not disturbing anything."

STARTER for @ironwoven / robb stark *

[rexxxplode]

@ironwoven asked:

i'm going to pretend like i didn't see that.

"hey, i said i was sorry about that. i thought i was alone in the place, you're just lucky that i had a towel on," he laughed a little, though it was more of a nervous one. not like he hasn't been exposed like that before anyway, but at that time he had basically kidnapped right after his shower..so...

"what are you even doing here anyway?" now that he was fully clothed, they could converse more easily.

[particlecreator]

The female was sitting on the edge of the building, holding the human male upside down, waiting to hear him admit the answers she was looking for. Eve had been paid to do a job of finding an underworld crime boss's child that had been taken hostage. She did not care as she had been bored recently so this was a great way to come to America after spending nearly a few years in Euorpe. It was easy for her to make a name for herself as a villain. However, she had yet to be captured. Her eyes narrowed as her hair flowed, surrounded by the pink energy, waiting for the vermin to squeal like the pig he was.

"Last chance....where is she?" The male was only screaming and begging for his life, which was causing her to become more irritated. "Ugh, fine." Applying extra gravity to the man, she wanted to make him fall to his death faster to see if she could make him flat on the concrete. Releasing her grip around the ankle, the ginger yawned with boredom as the stranger started to fall down, screaming at the top of his lungs. Rolling her eyes, the pink hues watched closely as the human was falling and counting down before he should have collided with the road down below before something swooped in and snatched it. It was a hero, but with the extra gravity applied, it would not have been easy to save the male and would have taken a great deal of effort.

Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she quickly fled the scene, not wanting to bother with troublesome heroes trying to take her down. Each moment she wasted could be the child's last, which meant she would not get paid. Flying to an alleyway, she landed before pulling out her phone to look at the list of information she had gathered to see who the next person she could get the information from was. However, she tensed when she heard the sound of wind rushing around, which caused a sigh to leave her lips. Eve brought a hand to her temple before inhaling deeply and spoke with a venomous tone. "I don't have time to deal with wanna be heroes. Go before I kill you."

@ironwoven

[atomevc]

continued from x @ironwoven

“You did, barely.” She pointed out before adding. “If you had me with you, you probably would look less fucked up right now.” Despite what he told her, she fully understood where he was coming from. That heavy moral weight of knowing you saved lives, but at the same time many were still lost. “Was it that bad of a fight you thought I couldn’t handle it with you?” It was somewhat a genuine question, but there also still was some bitterness behind it. She understands she’s not him, but she’s also not ordinary. Eve did pick up on his lack of eye contact, but she was not going to be an ass and point that out. It was both weird and painful to be on the other side of this kind of conversation.

“You’re going to smell like peas if you stick with that bag.” She was speaking from experience, she’s tried that trick once and never again. She quickly made an ice pack, with beads inside to help mimic the same feeling a bag of peas, but longer lasting and odor free. “Here.” She considered tossing it his way to test his reflexes, but also she does not want that be how she finds out he broke his hand, she opted in to instead held it in her hand for him to take. “Is it just your face that’s hurting or…” she gestured to the rest of him. “I can help take something off—not like that.” Eve only caught how her offer sounded after she said it out-loud. “In case you’re not able to yourself.” She clarified her reasonings.

[murdocktm]

@ironwoven, semi-plotted for mark!

matt hears his heartbeat before he enters the room, down the hallway. it's a slow thrum, powerful & resilient, louder with every step matt takes towards it. it wasn't uncommon for matt to represent other heroes in court. it was a risky business, weighing good & damage done against one another. but where would the world be without heroes? he had been turned onto the case by a man who didn't share his name, who had presumably set up the meeting.

titans had torn one another to shreds & the fragile landscape around them had not been spared. people were rallying for answers. for closure. for justice. in his heavy briefcase is a detailed account of what happened in chicago. he's been collecting statements from police officers, civilians, other vigilantes & heroes alike. the world had never seen anything like it. it was an impossibility & yet it had been their reality, omni-man & invincible fighting over the fate of a too fragile world.

" invincible. it's a pleasure to meet you, " he's polite when he enters the room. when his cane catches on a chair he pauses & offers his free hand to shake as if he can't tell where the other is. he holds his cane to his chest with the other, over his heart. matt isn't privy to the other's secret identity, but there are a few things he can tell about him. he's young, just a kid. it's hard to imagine him being able to stand up to omni-man & yet here they stood, alive & free, " my name is matt murdock, do you mind if i sit down? "

the narrative was blurry, as was the path to justice. together, he hoped they could find it. there was a civil suit being built up against the kid, the people vs. invincible. matt feels a pang of pity for him, though he swallows it quickly. pity was an indulgence they couldn't afford here. the level of power the other operated at would open more doors for this to happen again. they needed to set a precedent before it did.

[roseguided-arch]

@ironwoven ASKED, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 , 𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 . ( 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒂 )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 aegon is searching for. nothing does anymore & helaena knows it must bother & frustrate him greatly. in some ways his discontent brings her a sense of satisfaction considering how he treated her when they were young, how he threw a feast celebrating young lucery's death the night their son was murdered before her. body has halted in its place at the hissed comment, the queen turning & violet eyes, cold now with very little compassion in them, regard him with a bone chilling glare. ; ❛ is your little comment meant to intimidate me, aegon ? ❜ she can't him but let out a chuckle from inside her chest--however, it's not amused nor in good spirits, but bitter. helaena takes a step forward to where he sits in his chair, unable to walk even years after the burns that ruined him. she leans in close, eyes still cold & even a little challenging. a look about her helaena knows their mother wore when she scolded , yelled , or struck him. ❛ you do not frighten me, brother. you haven't for some time. ❜ jaw clenches, ❛ seeing as i am the one who ensures you remain breathing, who feeds you as you say , i suggest you think before you open your mouth to accost me. ❜